Another thwarted Thanksgiving....On the friday before, I asked the butcher to order a turkey breast for me. ( in French...Le poitrine de la dinde) He was only happy to help me. He told me that it would be ready on Tuesday. The the phone calls started. I don't pick up the phone unless I know who it is. They kept trying to call me for some reason. I had a french speaking friend call them back...this went on for a few days, but eventually, on Thursday at 11:30, I picked up La dinde. ...as they called it, Le fameux dinde.
I always feel like such a novelty, being American.
So, I roasted the turkey breast for 2 hours and it came out really well. In the US, we are used to frozen Butterball Turkeys...You can't find a frozen turkey of any sort here. You have to buy french, which means they have to kill it just for you.
It was very good, but the skin is not good...it makes you think of a plucked bird...some feather detritus is still in the skin...I miss the skin...but I did manage to get a turkey breast on the bone and it was really goods.
I am so happt there was no head on it.
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| The supermarket in question, in Roquefort Les Pins |
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| The butcher at the end of the aisle. |
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| as I received it. |
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| after 2 hours |
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